Pulled into the Throne room
The vastness of this
sacred space
The robe of God’s
grace flows
Filling the vast
space
The Seraphim and Cherubim
Hover around the Throne
Beings also standing there
Men in White Linen
A Cloud of Witnesses,
too
Along with numerous
other
Creatures that I
cannot describe
Angelic hosts are
singing
I
Am
In
Sacred
Awe
A call then comes
from His presence
To all Creation, it
goes out
Heaven and Earth
“Come – Come
Remember
Remember who you are
Remember your purpose"
Blue Angels of Light
Come before Him
They are given
scrolls
Millions of scrolls
These are to be given
To those who are
awakened
So, they won’t feel
so lost
God Breathes
On these scrolls
The angels are now gone
God turns towards me
His eyes penetrate my
being
Oh man, I am undone - I
cry
Yet, as his gaze
penetrates
Cleansing me from the
inside out
I remember my purpose
I remember my sonship
He beckons to me
I approach the Throne
All who are there bow
Thoughts are raging
Why are they bowing?
Oh, of course for God
They bow
But no
They bow to me
As I walk past to the
Throne
God smiles
My daughter
They recognize you
You are My child
Don’t be afraid
They see you are
walking in
Your divine purpose
